Deep in the mountains, on a gravel path, Jim, a tall man with blond hair, walked step by step, his face as carved as a knife and axe filled with anger.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"
"Those slick old guys, they are not willing to bear the captain's wrath, so they put this bad job on me, they deserve to be damned!"
While speaking, a trace of awe flashed across his face, and beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, as if he was afraid of someone he would face next.
"What should I say? The captain's belief in the gods is so devout that he should voluntarily give up the gods' tombs. Oh! It's impossible just thinking about it..."
Jim was secretly dispatched not long ago, leaving the Valley of the Gods, which he had guarded for half his life, and went to the headquarters of the Gods Organization, where he received a top-secret instruction.
After discussion, the Council of Elders decided to abandon the Valley of the Spirits in order to protect this Yin Qi outbreak.
When Jim first heard about this plan, he was so shocked that he smashed the table in front of him. But after seeing the deep eyes of a famous elder, he immediately understood that no one was joking about this matter.
In the end he had to accept this cruel fact.
And he is also responsible for bringing the news to his teammates.
Jim's team is called the Tomb Guard Team of the Gods, which has a high degree of honor among the organizations of the gods. Only those with the most devout faith in the gods are eligible to be selected.
It can be said that every one of his teammates is a fanatical believer.
Including himself.
However, after suffering some threats and being moved by the Presbyterian Church, Jim still accepted the plan.
After all, no matter how sacred the Valley of the Spirits is, it is just a pile of graveyards. How can it be as important as the lives of living people?
However, he couldn't guarantee that his teammates would think so.
Taking difficult steps, Jim walked up the mountainside and said hello to Old John, who was wearing an old ragged hat and squatting at the entrance of the Valley of the Spirits.
"Hey man, how's things going in the valley?"
This is just a common greeting and has no meaning. Every time people who leave the valley come back, they always ask this question, which is equivalent to: Have you eaten?
This time, however, Jim got a different answer.
"Boy Jim, you'd better be careful. I heard unusual noises at night. Maybe one of our colleagues has climbed out of the grave again."
"Or maybe something more terrible happened."
Old John pressed his hat downwards. The severe cold had no meaning for a strong man like him, but for some reason, Jim always felt that Old John was particularly afraid of the cold today.
"Okay, this time I also brought back some not-so-good news. Be prepared. Maybe we will have some leisure time next."
Jim waved his hand and walked into the Valley of the Spirits.
The name sounds nice, but in fact, this is a large cemetery, and the strange people have been exposed to the extraordinary. It is almost 100% certain that some problems will occur after death, causing the valley to be filled with gloom all year round, making it very eerie.
What Jim didn't notice was that after he walked away, Old John looked at the moonlight in the sky, with a dying man's obsession with the world on his face, made a strange gesture with his hands, and murmured.
"The human world is just the pasture of the gods. When the gods come, people start to retreat. When the gods come, people start to retreat..."
As he spoke, the expression on Old John's face became more and more indifferent. His humanity seemed to be disappearing, and his "divinity" was increasing.
Jim walked into the valley. There were all kinds of tombstones on both sides. He didn't squint his eyes and didn't dare to look more. It was night. If he stopped for a little longer, chaotic murmurs would get into his ears.
For an old tomb guard like him, although it is not fatal, it will also affect his belief in the gods.
Because God is supposed to be high and difficult to touch.
Instead of lying in your ear, saying all kinds of evil things, guiding you dirtyly, existing like a demon.
What made Jim frown a little was that even if he chose not to look at it today and deliberately quickened his pace, he could still hear some strange and sad sounds.
"Is it really like what Old John said? What happened? Are Captain and the others okay?"
Thinking of this, he quickened his pace.
After going deep into the Valley of the Spirits and stepping onto a small hillside, Jim saw a bunch of familiar wooden houses, a dim bonfire in front, and a tall man sitting there.
"team leader!"
Jim shouted, with genuine respect on his face.
This man is a legend. He fought on the front line in his early years and dealt with many terrible supernatural incidents. Later, he became the youngest elder at the age of 35.
When he was nearly forty, he voluntarily quit the Presbyterian Church and chose to enter the Valley of the Spirits.
"Well, what news did you bring back?"
The man raised his head and glanced at Jim lightly.
At this moment, he was roasting something in his hands. Two bloody corpses smelled of burnt aroma, and some messy skins were thrown aside.
Jim took a look and his body stiffened instinctively. For some reason, he felt that today's captain was particularly unfamiliar. The fear in his heart prevented him from telling the elder's secret order immediately.
"Oh, oh, this, it's nothing serious. The elders said that we have to wait until all the team members are gathered to discuss it together, and the two elders have already arrived outside the valley in person. Captain, if this order makes you uncomfortable, please still Please bear with me.”
"Then I'll go call the others first!"
After he finished speaking, he turned around and ran away as if running away.
The team had the habit of hunting deer, bears and other wild animals in the mountains for food, but Jim always felt that what was roasting on the fire did not look like either of these two animals.
Combined with Old John's words, Jim's face became even more ugly.
"What exactly is that?"
While muttering, he went to other places in the valley.
First there is a watchtower at the highest point. Inside is a bearded man, who is always vigilant about the surroundings.
"Simon! Return to the team quickly, there is something important to announce!"
Jim shouted from afar.
"It's Jim. I can't leave here without permission. Why can't I just tell you something?"
"Secret order from the Presbyterian Council, we must assemble!" Jim shook his head.
He said that and left.
What he didn't realize was that after he left, the bearded Simon suddenly looked up at the moonlight on the watchtower, made some weird gestures with his hands, and repeated what Old John had said before.
"When God comes, people start to retreat. When God comes, people start to retreat..."
Next, Jim informed each of his teammates that they all have different divisions of labor and responsibilities in the Valley of the Spirits, such as guarding, cleaning, counting the number of tombstones, and purifying problematic tombs...
A group of people gathered in front of a wooden house on a hillside in the middle of the Valley of the Spirits.
After there were more people, Jim gained a little more confidence. The captain still grilled the meat without saying a word, as if he didn't care at all about what he was going to announce next.
